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Brown Corpus
Over the weeks, America's first Star Route Air Mail settled into a routine pattern despite the vagaries of weather and the lack of ground facilities and aids to navigation.
Each morning at five Fogg crawled out of bed to bundle into flying togs over the furnace register of his home.
Always troubled by poor circulation in his feet, he experimented with various combinations of socks and shoes before finally adopting old-style felt farmer's boots with his sheepskin flying boots pulled over them.
A sheep-lined leather flying suit, plus helmet, goggles and mittens completed his attire for the rigors of the open cockpit.
The airman's stock answer to `` Weren't you cold ''??
Became `` Yes, the first half hour is tough, but by then I'm so numb I don't notice it ''!!
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